Dreadful wind. That's the roaring forties for you. Still, even with our auxiliary steam, we can't push ahead as much as I'd like. Pennell says we're in an anti-cyclone. The men remain busy with scientific observations of ocean salinity, atmospheric ionization, and all sorts. The ship is a veritable hive of activity.
Speaking of hives, I do miss honey. I'd love some slathered on a crumpet right now. With melting butter. I can't expect the cook to make crumpets, but I must remember to ask Bowers if he brought honey.
Rather enjoying Mrs. Oliphant's book. She was very prolific.
Mmm. Primrose honey. Just think.
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